AtlasA Poem by Carolina A. EvansIf you know the story of Atlas (his punishment by holding up the world), then you will understand the poemAtlas Puzzle pieces are strewn across the floor I look at them, I know what My duty is for "Pick them up" he says and "Carry them as weight." I don't want to, but obligation taps me on the shoulder, I do it anyway. Anger is the first jagged edge "This is what happens when people don't get their way", he explains The sticky web of lies is next "These go hand in hand" he smiles "to me, they are my best friends" The blood of death drips over me And then I know that grief is not too far behind. The pieces are stacked, over and over, Until the mocking man picks up one large piece, the top of it all "This is persecution" he says "See what happens when you do the right thing." I look into the piece, and it becomes a crystal ball, Convicting me of all the good I did, All the intentions I had, just for one friend. "Was it really worth it?" he asks "She's still worshipping me, what can you do now?" And then I realize…he has no power over me. The pieces shatter to the floor, and I had this to say: "I can stop you from haunting my dreams. The fear does not work anymore. I can stop you from plaguing my thoughts You are nothing but air. Go to Satan and tell him I'm done being a puppet. Because My God will have his way. And I won't have to carry my burdens again."
© 2008 Carolina A. EvansReviews
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